[A/N] ANGST, IMPLIED INSOMNIA, SUICIDE MENTIONS

If any of these trigger you, maybe don't read. I'm not gonna force you not to (obviously), but I would recommend being careful and skipping if you spot anything that may trigger you. :) 

Enjoy!! 

It was 2 a.m. and Hotel OJ was shrouded in silence. Fan jolted awake, startled by a sudden nightmare. He looked over to the other bed; Test Tube wasn't there. He groaned quietly, his bad dream suddenly irrelevant. Test Tube had gotten into an awful habit of going to her lab way too late at night and early in the morning. Fan stood up, bleary-eyed and exhausted, not bothering to change out of his oversized t-shirt and leggings that he used as pyjamas. He trudged out of the shared bedroom and out towards the front door. Thankfully, nobody else was awake. He tugged at the doorknob and felt a blast of cold air hit him full on the face, making him shiver. 

'How can she do this in the middle of the night?' He thought. 'It's cold and miserable basically everywhere!' 

He stumbled out to the vending machine and inputted Test Tube's lab code for the week. 

Water. Dr Fizz. Dr Fizz. Dr Fizz. 

He climbed in the chute and flew down the slide. Test Tube sat at a large table, mug of coffee in hand and pieces of paper with blueprints surrounding her. 

"Oh, Testy... What have you gotten yourself into?" Fan asked quietly. 

Test Tube whirled around, and at the sight of her friend, she broke down. "I... I just want to help... I don't want them to see me as a... A failure..." 

Fan rushed over and enveloped her in a tight hug. The green haired girl leaned her head on his shoulder and sobbed, her tears soaking into his pyjamas. 

"Test Tube... Nobody thinks you're a failure... Everyone's so worried about you! We've all noticed how tired you've been lately... We just want you to be okay..." 

Test Tube looked at him with a tear-stained face. "I... No... I'm letting everyone down by not being able to build a revival machine... I-I should just kill myself and-" 

"Woah! Stop that right now! IT'S OKAY. WE NEED YOU, TEST TUBE. I NEED YOU!" 

The girl sank back on his shoulder and her crying slowed. "You... Need me." 

Her voice was quiet and hoarse. 

"I... Yes, Testy.  I need you. C'mon, let's go back to the hotel. You need to get some sleep." 

"Alright," she sighed, and wrapped her arms around him a little tighter before letting him go. "Thank you, and I'm sorry. I'll try to stop doing this." 

"Good. And there's the Test Tube I know. Happier." 

She laughed a bit and pushed him. Fan smiled and held her hand as they exited the lab and walked back to the hotel. Test Tube led him to their shared room and climbed into her bed. 

"Goodnight," Fan said, laying on his own. 

"Goodnight..." Test Tube murmured, before falling asleep. 

Fan turned over to look at her in the dark. "Sweet dreams, Testy." 

[A/N] 475 words, pretty short but... I like it! 

This is a little piece for people struggling with anxiety, depression or any mental health issues. Just remember that no matter what, you are not alone and there is somebody out there who does/will love you so DO NOT GIVE UP. And no matter what, I may not know you but I do know you're a good person and deserve happiness. Keep pushing through; it'll be okay in the end :) 

Hope you enjoyed this little Fantube angst!! 

~Waffle